Act 7 Gwendoline

The emerald green eyes reflected a thin golden trajectory falling into the horizon. The wind started blowing in the forest, and the shadowy forest canopy in the distance was surging and the leaves were flying.

The leaves of the March laurel fell on the terrace and blew into the inner palace.

The light flowed into the hall, making the marble columns shine brightly.

Airanta watched all this quietly, while those on the left and right looked at their sages quietly. This seemed to vaguely indicate the end of an era, but few people understood what it meant.

After a moment of silence, the former suddenly walked down the steps, and the hem of her silk robe spread over the marble floor. She turned around and said to the two Popes of Faenzan:

"Your Majesty, it's time. The prophecies from the past are all at this moment. Maybe we will be destroyed, or the world will be reborn, but mortals finally have the power to decide."

The sage actually bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please give me a helping hand."

"This is our duty," the former pope responded quickly, "please rest assured that the empire will always follow Lord Farnzan's will, Lord Sage."

The current pope also added: "The envoy is already on the way, Lord Sage," but he had some doubts: "But I am worried about the wind elves and them."

"They will agree, they now have a thousand-year king." Airanta smiled softly, as if thinking of old friends.

She turned back and walked out of the terrace. The strong wind tugged at her robe. There seemed to be an invisible door outside the terrace. When she walked into the door, her figure gradually faded.

Then gradually disappeared.

In many places in the Four Realms Wilderness and Starry Forest, disasters have completely changed the elegant and calm life attitude of the indigenous people here.

A meteorite fell on Quirins, destroying half of the royal court that the wind elves were proud of. The whole city fell into a hellish situation, and cries echoed through the sky.

From the highest point of the Star-Moon Temple, looking into the darkness in the distance, the city was filled with dots of fire and thick columns of smoke.

The elves all looked at this scene with solemn expressions.

But St. Osor, the Queen of the Wind, who stood in front of the corridor of the twelve-column hall, had a calm expression. Twenty-four knights stood quietly beside her. The hunter sister and brother were a little embarrassed and followed on the other side in the costumes of the elves - -To this day, they are not used to these clothes that the elves consider decent-but too complicated and gorgeous.

The Sun Crown King of the elves followed these people with some fear. Feeling a little unwilling, but helpless, he only heard the sage say to the envoy not far away in a determined tone:

"The sylphs will ally themselves with the Faenzan."

"Sir," the envoy's voice was trembling. He never dreamed that he would meet a sage. What an honor that would be. The most noble existence in a thousand years. "I will convey your every word in full," he replied respectfully.

Elf Sister nodded: "Go back and ask your Emperor to prepare for the war. This war may determine the fate of all of us -"

Her voice drifted away with the wind, as if floating over the forest to a place farther away, where were mountains and rivers, plains and lakes. It crossed the strait, crossed the peninsula that jutted into the raging waves, followed the seasonal wind called "Green", followed the ocean current, and came to a place called Rosal.

The wind howls here all year round, and the sand and stones rolled up pass through the canyon, carving countless weird columns in the sand, and there are huge and weird palaces on the cliffs. Dragon shadows were flying, and in one of the rooms of the palace, a golden young dragon was resting his chin on the window sill. Watching this scene with boredom.

"Aloz!" The elder's voice came from outside the door.

The little female dragon grabbed a golden cup and threw it out. There was a clanging sound outside the hall, and the elder's voice became angrily: "Damn it, you attacked a member of the Senate again. If you continue like this, you won't be able to reach adulthood. Aloz!"

"This is for you." Aloz curled his lips. The huge body turned into a human form in a burst of golden light - she fiddled with the huge curls with her hands, and her golden pupils were full of boring colors.

She has been locked up for several months.

"How dare you bribe a member of the Senate!"

"Don't come back."

"Then I'll accept it. I just want to tell you that accepting bribes is something even in the Dragon Clan... Oh my God. You smashed my beloved gold cup. If I read it correctly, this is Odo Er. Shi's collection..." the voice outside the door shouted in a fuss.

An old man with a white beard trailing on the ground walked in holding a gold cup. As he walked, he stroked a dent on the gold cup and sighed.

"I have good news for you, Aloz."

"You have to tell me first, why is it so chaotic outside?"

"I don't know, maybe Lord Owenroth is summoning the Dragon Council." The little old man looked around: "Where is Frofa?"

"She was angry with me and I gave her earrings to a mortal."

"Oh." The little old man replied nonchalantly. The relationship between dragons is very confusing, otherwise there wouldn't be so many dragonborns in the world: "You are an adult, Aloz."

"What did you say!"

The little female dragon almost thought she heard wrong, and then she screamed and jumped three feet high. She rushed over like a whirlwind, excitedly grabbed the latter's white beard, and asked loudly:

"What's going on? Tell me again?"

"Oh my God, let go!" the little old man yelled angrily. He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and Aloz flew out like a cannonball, smashing through a wall of the palace. She finally crawled back out of the smoke, looked at the old man with a disgraced look, and stuck out her tongue.

"What is going on, Lord Tullworth?"

"The Holy Temples suddenly received Bahamut's blessing. From today on, the young generation of the dragons will directly come of age. When you hold the coming-of-age ceremony, you can directly feel the ancient will."

Aloz's golden pupils lit up: "Are the gods back again?"

"That's not true. I don't know if this Xu Yi came back from outside the elemental realm or was left behind before. The priests have already blown up. They are investigating." The little old man replied.

The little female dragon licked her lips: "So, there is a war?"

The latter nodded.

Aloz raised his head and looked through the window, where the shadow of the dragon was passing over the sky. In the temple of the dragons, a majestic voice was echoing repeatedly:

“Go Cruz—!”

…

Brando. Freya, where are you...?

A slightly frightened, small voice suddenly flashed through Gwendolen's heart. The Dragon Queen stopped, turned around suddenly, and looked behind her with some doubts - the whole street was burning, and the flames Jumped out from behind all the windows and doors. Sparks rose up and danced in the thick smoke.

From time to time, there was the sound of buildings collapsing in the distance, and there was a loud creaking sound, but that subtle sound seemed to be an illusion and never appeared again. She narrowed her eyes. His eyes reflected the road surface that was illuminated by the firelight, as if all the water had been evaporated from the soil. High-temperature air currents were flowing on the street, and the air seemed to be distorted, forming sparkling ripples.

The high temperature did not make Gwendolen feel any discomfort. Humans often rumored that dragons lived in volcanoes, because dragons flew in the sky and burned everything in their path. Although this statement is full of low-level fallacies in the eyes of scholars, it is harmless.

Ice and fire, air and earth. For mortals, dragons in extreme elemental environments can draw nutrients from them, so people often find them in extreme environments, such as volcanoes and ice peaks, swamps and mountains, leading to misunderstandings of this kind - and For an adult dragon like Gwendolyn, it's not a big deal even if she rolls in the lava.

certainly. They wouldn't do that unless their brains were burned.

Dragons actually pursue a comfortable and generous living environment, just like they pursue wealth. In comparison, their ecology is more similar to that of Morial's merchants, who are greedy and selfish. Greedy for pleasure.

A giant dragon like Gwendolyn is considered an outlier among the dragons.

Just like their kind who don't understand why they have to run around all day long, the dragons often have only one reason for running around, and that is blackmail - kidnapping the princess of a certain kingdom and blackmailing the king's treasure house.

Gwendolen's eyes carefully searched every corner. She was a meticulous person - or a careful dragon, and her years of living habits had developed this meticulousness - but she still found nothing.

"illusion?"

The Dragon Queen frowned and looked back at the square ahead, which was December Square.

This square was designed and built in the Year of the Return of Glory. The designer was Hozios Steelaxe, the great master of the dwarves. Of course, this square has been changed and rebuilt for thousands of years. At this moment, even the designer himself is crawling out of his own tomb. At this point, you may not be able to recognize your own masterpiece.

Not to mention the current square, even if the street guard came here the day before, he might not recognize it.

The square is a piece of blood-red land, just like the hills and basins Gwendolyn saw in Bilod. The soil is rich in certain metallic elements, and the land appears bright red.

However, the land cracked in the high temperature, like a dry field. The Dragon Queen slowly walked on the cracked blood scab, making a crunching sound like breaking bones.

The statue of the knight Duke completely collapsed from the pedestal. The stone sculpture was lying in pieces in the center of the square. The head and one left arm were by the fountain, the torso and lower body fell in the center of the square, and the war horse lay at the bottom of the dry pool. One right hand is still holding the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword is pointing at a charred skeleton not far away.

Gwendolyn walked across the square and came to the skeleton. She saw the tree-like pendant hanging from the skeleton's neck and pulled it off with her hands.

At this time, the skeleton actually moved slightly, its upper and lower jaws shook, and its burnt vocal cords made a hoarse and weak sound.

"Save me...Sir, save me."

"Did the ceremony succeed?"

"Success...Sir, help me."

Gwendolyn looked back. The pattern of bloodstains on the center of the square took on a whirlpool shape. Burnt corpses were scattered around the center of the whirlpool. She saw several footprints and left toward the northeast.

"You did a good job."

"Save me...my lord."

Gwendolyn smiled and put her hand on the top of its head, "No..." The charred man let out an unwilling scream.

"Why be afraid? Death is the best salvation."

"Why... sir?" The latter trembled in fear.

Gwendolyn's golden vertical pupils looked at him with some pity: "No one dies in vain, the dead need justice."

"No...you will go to hell too!"

The sound stopped suddenly.

The Dragon Queen silently threw away the bishop's body, "Yes, I will go to hell too, soon." She replied softly.

But it's all worth it.

She turned back and looked at the wildly dancing sea of ​​​​fire, as if she saw a quiet, confident figure in the flames, who was watching her silently through the firelight.

"I'm sorry, we have no choice. This is the fate of this mortal world."

Gwendolen sighed.

The long time has made life itself lose its meaning. For immortal beings, feelings seem to have become weak. Only the eternal goal at the end of the long road attracts their attention.

She has seen many mortals, and in her eyes, the short life of a mortal only lasts as long as a finger, and exists and disappears in just the blink of an eye.

She would recall it more or less, but the feeling of sympathy had long since disappeared.

But there is always some kindness and simplicity that will always touch people's hearts.

if you can--

But unfortunately, she couldn't give up all this for anyone. When she inherited this bloody inheritance from her predecessors, she already understood this in her heart.

She must be responsible for everyone who has sacrificed for this for tens of thousands of years, even if they may not be willing, it does not matter.

If the tree herders can succeed, then everything will be worthwhile.

She left the lifeless bishop behind, turned around, and walked toward the northeast. She soon discovered the body of a giant wolf in the sea of ​​fire.

It was a son of Fenrir.

But the latter had been disemboweled, its entrails were spilled all over the floor, and half the street was covered with the beast's foul-smelling blood. The Dragon Queen came to the corpse, squatted down, stretched out his hand and dug into its belly for a long time, and then withdrew his bloody hand.

"No heart."

She nodded with satisfaction.

But this movement suddenly froze.

"Brando, Freya, where are you...?"

A slightly frightened, small voice asked in her heart.

"who?"

The Dragon Queen stood up and looked around with vigilant eyes. The sea of ​​​​fire crackling around the square, but no one came to answer her question.

There was no other sound except the sound of burning.

However, it was at this time that the voice sounded again, ethereal, like the sobs of a ghost.

"Brando, Freya, where are you, I'm so scared...?"

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